Tee time
My hands, wrists, and my arms are in pain. It feels a little funny even typing right now. This morning I went with my brother to the golfing range called "Harry Putter" by Rutherford and Islington. (Unfortunately, I didn't see any wizards or witches.) Oh how I forget that I suck. After resting for a bit while gently rubbing the puffed up blisters on my hands, we decided to go home.... and practice some more at Laurelcrest park! I didn't hit anyone or any kids, if that's what you're wondering. For the most part, I was only hitting grass and pinecones. I found out that the latter is actually pretty fun to whack at if you don't want to go searching for your balls. I did lose one ball though, and some ladies sitting on the park bench were laughing at my misfortune.
Anyhow, I've really got nothing else to say except that I got to see EpIII again last night and um, I should invest in my own club(s). Anyone want to hit the driving ranges with me?
Anyhow, I've really got nothing else to say except that I got to see EpIII again last night and um, I should invest in my own club(s). Anyone want to hit the driving ranges with me?